Kooky Lucy Frost (7)

   
   "Kooky Lucy Frost (7)"
   
   Lucy Frost and Pap shared a synergy of sauerkraut and beef sausage, spiced to the max baby. 
   @ the dinner table, a fine cherry-wood ensemble, Pap let her in on all the neglect and abuse she had denied, after her informing him of her new intuitive knowledge initiated by an altruistic physician, though her Big Appointment was 2morrow.  
   Anyway, Pap mentioned a few things, like how family always said she was incarnate, and should let out her lusts, not knowing--she possessed none, being very poor in spirit.  Her path and bizarre nature was gravely misunderstood by them; thus, thinking she wanted what they had, they attempted to force her onto their path.  But she would not be initiated.  Taking crummy jobs, and suffering with faith and hope in the Christ Consciousness, hoping that people actually gave a damn about the shapeless divinity of it ALL.
   Furthermore, Pap said they couldn't understand how she didn't want to compete.  But her gifts were beauty, resistance to pain, yet too much trust, believing the monkeys that always rattled her cage, attempting to drag her to the peanut-eating circus.  But he reminded:  hell hath no fury like a woman in scalding white scorned, armed with an azure burn--the blue being the hottest part of the flame.  Not exactly a mother's revenge, but more like a renegade's reckoning.  So, he told Lucy to lift up her chin, for as a crazy South American once said:  "Sad is a man with no friends; sadder is a man with no enemies."